“Mom” Jeff said to the teenage girl standing in the bathroom door. There was no doubt in his mind that she was his mother. The face, hair and eyes were all the same, only now she didn’t look older than 17 years of age. Like him, her attire had changed. She was now wearing a white tank top, blue jeans and black sneakers.
Allison, the girl who just a few minutes ago was Jeff’s mother giggled as she ran her fingers through her shoulder-length blonde hair. “It’s obvious I’m not your Mom” she said in an adolescent voice.
“Then what …”
Before Jeff could finish his sentence, Allison proudly answered. “I’m your daughter”
“You’re my what?”
Ally grinned “You heard me … Dad”